Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.